Silver Arrow recap
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burntcopperRight, 80% of you will have no idea what I'm talking about, but this was me
geeking out very, very happily at Silver Arrow, a Robin of Sherwood
con, which was also the most relaxed I'd ever been at what with only 200
attendees. Next door was the Comic convention, which Wendy and Selena
were at. Photos here
A quick user's guide :
Robert Addie - Gisburne
Phil Rose - Tuck
Michael Praed & Jason Connery - the two Robins, Robin of Loxley and Robert of
Huntingdon respectively.
Judi Trott - Marion
Nick Grace - the Sheriff, Robert De Rainault
Jeremy Bulloch - Edward of Wickham, chief peasant
Mark Ryan - Nasir
Ray Winstone - Will Scarlet
Peter Llewellyn Williams - Much
Clive Mantle - Little John
Robbie Bulloch - Jeremy's son on and off screen
Kip/Richard Carpenter - writer and creator of Robin of Sherwood
Ian Sharp - directed the first six episodes
Lewis Collins - Bodie off the Professionals, guested in one episode when he
replaced de Rainault as Sheriff in 'The Sheriff of Nottingham'
John Abineri - Herne, now deceased
Terry Walsh - Stunt co-ordinator, now deceased
Fury - Gisburne's horse, also deceased. If you've ever seen the credits in Black
Beauty the tv series or the Lloyds Bank sign, that's Fury. Fuck off big black
stallion.
Friday.
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mingmerciless got lost on the way to Reading. Took the wrong
turning.
In Bristol, we unpacked, and then I edited our bibles while we had a laugh
over some of Revelations. (This involves tearing out Leviticus Chapters 18-20 -
2 pages worth - and writing 'or, What the Hell Was I Smoking Last Night' under
the title header in Revelations) Ming is now afeared of being known for
defacing bibles in hotels. Went down the road to the Comics Convention to
seekitsune76 and comicjoy. Had conversations of
interest and squealed upon seeing Alistair and Andy from the Warren Ellis
Forum, who I haven't seen in almost three years. As usual, Andy has the
appreciation of stuff I have, only we fancy different men on it. Only saw
Wendy for a few minutes, as she had to go collapse after travelling down from
Scotland.
Went for dinner with Lucy, Dennis, their sprogs Greg and Ewan - intensely
cute, and pretty much the whole con knew Greg's name by the end of the
weekend - Ming and his mate Simon from airsoft to a nice little restaurant on a
boat with a greek bias with incredibly slow service. Went afterwards to a pub
of the real ale type, came back to the hotel around 10:30 due to being a bit
tired. Collapsed in bar, where many people were, chatted for a while, spotted
Robert Addie talking to some people I knew were con regulars from the photos
I'd seen on the Silver Arrow website, and was a little trepidatious of going
over there, being as Guy of Gisburne has been a very long-standing crush of
mine since I was a kid. Eventually plopped into a chair v. casually in that area
when one became empty and sat there drinking quietly, got into a
conversation with Cathy about theatre, Robert left, then we kept talking... and
Phil Rose came along. The man talks to everybody like an old mate, and tells
filthy, filthy stories and jokes (including one about Ray Winstone getting into a
fight). We love him. Bed.
Saturday
Ramada hotels have now won the title of best fried brekkies (seriously - these
people have achieved what I thought was impossible, perfect scrambled
eggs), plus add good bathrooms, great showers, and v. nice rooms. Add to
this the price of the hotel rooms and we're happy bunnies and will happily
recommend the place in Bristol to anyone.
Went in at 9:30, watching the blooper reel. Which is a happy thing involving
evil practical jokes, strippers and the cast breaking out into song. I hadn't
realised how fecking tiny the damn convention was, (200 people) considering
they got all of us into a small convention room. Made for a considerably more
relaxed atmosphere and dispensing with microphones during the talks as
Robert Addie put it: 'It's this thing called projection, you learn it in
theatre.'
Phil, Robert, and Jeremy were doing the talk pre-lunch. :snicker: Much of the
evil stories, most embarassing moments (yes, that was my question, why do
you ask?) for Robert being the utterly notorious scene of Gisburne having to
rub the Sheriff down after his bath, and Jeremy getting whacked in the face
twice by Fury inside two minutes and trying not to say anything about it (it's
on the blooper reel) and discovering that Phil is an utter Farscape addict.
Jeremy also did the confide about how to mask you've forgotten your lines
during the technical rehearsal of a play - "And in that day... I'm sorry, is this
chair supposed to be here?"
Lunch. In which Phil completely melts over children. Greg & Ewan especially.
Second talk, which was Phil, Robert, Jeremy and Nick, and one of the editors.
Dear god. Nick Grace is camper than a camp thing, cannot stop performing
(though not in the grates on your teeth way of Andy Hallett) and apparently
tells even filthier stories than Phil Rose. (including several I didn't get to hear
during signings in the bar, grumble) Robert has a habit of playing straight man
to him and Phil.
The bath scene was gone over again, with the classic line "Harder,
Gisburne, harder!" and it was confirmed that Gisburne and the Sheriff
were in a masochistic relationship, they hate each others guts, but hey, you've
gotta get sex somewhere. Cue lots of laughter and cheering along the lines of
'we knew it!' from the crowd. :happy, happy grin:
Then came one of the other great scenes - the fight between Robert and
Michael Praed in the mud, which was awful not just for the fact that it was cold
and felt like trying to move in concrete, but the mud got *everywhere*, and
Robert's chainmail was causing problems. See, unlike LOTR chainmail, which is
handmade from tiny metal rings, RoS chainmail is string painted silver. And
when string gets wet, it shrinks. A lot. And the stuff around his neck was
slowly shrinking. After getting cut free from that and finishing the scene, they
had to shower in a nearby cottage - and Michael, being the star, got the first
shower, and used up all the hot water. They sent the film off for the rushes,
got it back... and something had gone wrong with the chemicals and wiped
that whole scene. Just that scene. Two weeks later, re-filmed it... and Michael
used all the hot water again. Robert appears to be incredibly bitter about this.
Ask Michael, and he apparently claims it was Robert who used it all.
Nick also talked about the ep The Sheriff of Nottingham where de
Rainault gets deposed, and describes it as 'him and Lewis Collins trying to
out-camp each other'.
Talk finished due to Morris Men having to set up. (I kid thee not - was pretty
good, not a hanky anywhere, as these are Bedlam Morris, from the Welsh
borders, who perform in costumes covered in rags to hide their shapes with
masks on, and believe in dances that're a bit pagan, with lots of shouting and
drumming) Got photos with Nick and Robert and Jeremy, after I nervously said
something about Dad having quoted Gisburne and the Sheriff at the dinner
table the whole time I was growing up. Ming is a nice boy and we like his
camera. Had the Morris, which Nick hung around watching, holding someone's
baby the whole time, and looked so. damn. cute. Then came the
autograph/photo session, partially taking place in the conference room and
part in the bar - Kip had turned up late, so he was in the signing as well.
Yours truly, not having anything to sign, decided to have a nap and stretched
out on the chairs. For some reason, Ming decided to take a photo and showed
it to everyone. Autographs 'n' photos are totally informal, ask 'em to sign
something or to pose, they happily do so.
On the subject of photos - as most people hadn't been to anything but RoS
cons, they had no idea what other ones are like, and boggled at the concept
of costumes that covered very little. Ming dug out his PDA and proceeded to
show many a new friend Claire, Sonja and the rest of 'em... Cue much boggling
and refusing to let go of the PDA.
Couldn't fit in another talk, as they kicked us out at six so they could clean up
and then get started on putting all the tables etc in the ballroom. Hung
around in the bar until it was time to change - and the great thing about
Medieval Banquets is the lack of make-up and ease of putting on clothing. It
takes about ten minutes total to change. Talked to Jeremy and Phil whilst in
bar, and asked Jeremy how it felt to discover that he was actually Maori in Star
Wars (see Ep 2). He grinned and said "It's amazing, the advances in Sci-Fi
these days." Oh, and the weirdest fan reaction is people getting the Boba
Fett tat done.
Changed for the banquet into Templar lackey outfit, with coconuts, me and
Ming got a lot of 'coooool', then laughter when they saw the coconuts. The
strangest thing is that people look completely normal and comfortable in
11th/12th century wear. Must be something to do with the fact that there is
no such thing as a corset in that period. Ming has a photo of the most amount
of skin revealed on the medieval banquet night - the two square inches of skin
revealed when my t-shirt rode up on the side my tabard was gaping. We also
hunted down two other Templars.
The banquet was sitting with several of the people we'd made friends with -
plus two American girls, one of whom was clearly slightly nuts but also had the
most unbelievable hang-ups about sex. This was one of the first talks I had
about Clark's virginity on Smallville that weekend - later ones took place with
Jonathan and Steve who we met in the bar later. Did not feel well during the
banquet thingy as the food wasn't too appetising and the early stages of the
cold were hitting me. (fortunately got better after food went) Gave all my
profiteroles to Liz as soon as I saw them being distributed as I can't stand
'em.
Went outside and watched the Nick and Jeremy photoshoot, which also
included Nick having a work apron being put on him and then suddenly
bellydancing, Nick and Jeremy pretending to grope one girl, and the giant
Prince John stuffed toy. (Disney Robin Hood) Nick first mistook our Templar
outfits for Lionheart ones, then quickly recovered and started making Templar
jokes. Then Robbie Bulloch was spotted at the guest table. Good. Lord.
Jeremy's son grew up to look like *that*? With a bum like *that*? Then we
had Morris. Which several of the guests watched.
Auction - most amusing, sulking that I didn't get the photo of Ray and Phil in a
morning after shot on set - both looking so hungover it's not true. Phil and
Robert doing the auctioning. Phil's more amusing and Robert's the
professional auctioneer. Phil also went into a rant about actors who sell
photos, as he thinks it's totally immoral and scum-like. Go him!
Bar - met Jonathan & Steve, and their mate whose name I can't remember,
and we all proceeded to go through films and this degenerated into 'worst film
you've paid money to see'. This was unanimously Streetfighter, and
was pretty near the top of ones we hadn't paid to see as well.... Plus more
Phil. There also went my resolution for getting more than 12 hours sleep in
total at a con.
Sunday
The Trip to Chepstow. And lo, did we all (including Phil and Jeremy) pile onto
the coaches at 10am after gathering at 9:30, and went to Chepstow, where
some things were filmed. Cool castle. We explored, and geeked, and
occasionally tagged along with Phil the tour guide and his golf umbrella. Had a
few moments of Phil and Jeremy swapping lines of poetry from where Jeremy
was on the ground and Phil on the ramparts. Also utter classic of Jeremy
directing Phil for a scene where Phil had to turn to the person next to him and
say 'yes', constantly interrrupted after the 'Action!' by such things as...
'Is that watch period?'
'The glasses?'
'Will the guards please attempt to look more menacing?'
'Phil, will you please tell that guard to move one inch to the left, she's ruining
the shot. We can fire her at the end of the day.'
'Phil, that's the wrong way.'
'Sorry, sorry, re-do that, a bird just flew past.'
Also when one bloke appeared at a window on the other side of the courtyard
from where we were and Phil proceeded to do the 'Shall I compare thee to a
summer's day' speech at him. Finished exploring the castle, I did cartwheels
and rolled down the slope in the main courtyard bit, adjourned to the pub for a
few hours at 11:30am and went round a couple of tack shops.
Came back at 3:30, fully horrified that we'd just spent most of a day at a con in
the fresh air. Highly scary. Sat around in the bar until 6, buggered off to
change into the Cabaret outfit. Got a lot of stares, as people just don't show
that much at RoS cons, and Ming explained that mine was modest compared to
a lot of stuff you see at Sci-Fi cons. We also had our lot in Allo' Allo and
Addams Family outfits. Phil Rose, on seeing me, did the whole Wilkommen
Bienvenue song with one arm round me and proceeded to call me Sally Bowles
all evening, including all through the auction.
Went over to the Robert Addie fan table by ours, having dragged Liz over
there to get her Pony Club annual signed - it's got a pic of Robert Addie aged
17 in the polo club, which we looked at, pointed, and chorused 'Jailbait
Gisburne!'. Also saw a couple of pics I wished I'd got from the dealers, one of
Gisburne tied over a horse, and Robert and Michael fighting in the mud scene.
Chainmail speedoes were...um... well, they came up somehow (Blame Liz), and
much wincing was had. Partially cos if they were string, they'd shrink, and if
they were metal they'd rust and proceed to peel all your hair off with them.
Chatted muchly and got over my utter weak-kneed-ness around Robert as
he's been a crush of mine since before I was ten. (I think it's the sneer.
This also explains the Alan Rickman crush) High point of that bit had to be
Robert turning to look who was talking, doing a double-take at my outfit, and
then giving me a slow once-over, starting at the feet. And then insisting on
taking a photo of me. :happy, happy sigh:
Judi and Michael were there too, only able to be in for the evening, signing
autographs and posing for pics. Biggest queue I'd seen while I was there.
Almost felt like a normal con. Judi was the surprise guest, having turned up
with her kids, who could often be seen running past people's feet with Greg in
tow. Judi is bloody *gorgeous*.
Phil did the first half of the auction again, making a comment about Fury now
being pet food when he was doing the tribute bit at the beginning of the
speech and Robert yelling 'That's my horse!' from the back where we
were. (Turns out Fury hated everyone, including the horse trainer who owned
him, except Robert. Everyone got bit or kicked by him, except Robert. It's
generally concluded by Addie fans that Fury has taste.)
Conclusion was the bar, as usual, with lots blathered and much alcohol drunk.
Slightly marred by a load of wanker Sheffield United fans in the bar singing
very loudly and a couple deciding to take the piss out of one of the German
girls in medieval costume and goad her (were quite a few still dressed like that
on sunday). He got removed from the bar. And we just loved their
protestations of 'Well, it's not normal, is it? People dressing up like
that.' It's not normal to cause fights over football teams either, darlings.
Adjourned to other side of bar. Got into convo with Jonathan and Steve about
Smallville and them utterly agreeing that Clark has no interest in Lana and is
at the very least bi and that Lex and Clark are practically holding up neon
signs. Also from Jonathan, 'Every time he gets on red kryptonite, he goes
for a blond girl with cleavage and sluttish tendencies whose legs aren't
clamped together. Or Lex.'
Surprise bit of the night, right near the end, was Cathy's hubby calling Ming a Dirty Old Man. We couldn't figure out why until it was revealed that he thought me and Ming were a couple. Cue us two going 'Wheh?'
geeking out very, very happily at Silver Arrow, a Robin of Sherwood
con, which was also the most relaxed I'd ever been at what with only 200
attendees. Next door was the Comic convention, which Wendy and Selena
were at. Photos here
A quick user's guide :
Robert Addie - Gisburne
Phil Rose - Tuck
Michael Praed & Jason Connery - the two Robins, Robin of Loxley and Robert of
Huntingdon respectively.
Judi Trott - Marion
Nick Grace - the Sheriff, Robert De Rainault
Jeremy Bulloch - Edward of Wickham, chief peasant
Mark Ryan - Nasir
Ray Winstone - Will Scarlet
Peter Llewellyn Williams - Much
Clive Mantle - Little John
Robbie Bulloch - Jeremy's son on and off screen
Kip/Richard Carpenter - writer and creator of Robin of Sherwood
Ian Sharp - directed the first six episodes
Lewis Collins - Bodie off the Professionals, guested in one episode when he
replaced de Rainault as Sheriff in 'The Sheriff of Nottingham'
John Abineri - Herne, now deceased
Terry Walsh - Stunt co-ordinator, now deceased
Fury - Gisburne's horse, also deceased. If you've ever seen the credits in Black
Beauty the tv series or the Lloyds Bank sign, that's Fury. Fuck off big black
stallion.
Friday.
mingmerciless got lost on the way to Reading. Took the wrong turning.
In Bristol, we unpacked, and then I edited our bibles while we had a laugh
over some of Revelations. (This involves tearing out Leviticus Chapters 18-20 -
2 pages worth - and writing 'or, What the Hell Was I Smoking Last Night' under
the title header in Revelations) Ming is now afeared of being known for
defacing bibles in hotels. Went down the road to the Comics Convention to
see
kitsune76 and comicjoy. Had conversations of interest and squealed upon seeing Alistair and Andy from the Warren Ellis
Forum, who I haven't seen in almost three years. As usual, Andy has the
appreciation of stuff I have, only we fancy different men on it. Only saw
Wendy for a few minutes, as she had to go collapse after travelling down from
Scotland.
Went for dinner with Lucy, Dennis, their sprogs Greg and Ewan - intensely
cute, and pretty much the whole con knew Greg's name by the end of the
weekend - Ming and his mate Simon from airsoft to a nice little restaurant on a
boat with a greek bias with incredibly slow service. Went afterwards to a pub
of the real ale type, came back to the hotel around 10:30 due to being a bit
tired. Collapsed in bar, where many people were, chatted for a while, spotted
Robert Addie talking to some people I knew were con regulars from the photos
I'd seen on the Silver Arrow website, and was a little trepidatious of going
over there, being as Guy of Gisburne has been a very long-standing crush of
mine since I was a kid. Eventually plopped into a chair v. casually in that area
when one became empty and sat there drinking quietly, got into a
conversation with Cathy about theatre, Robert left, then we kept talking... and
Phil Rose came along. The man talks to everybody like an old mate, and tells
filthy, filthy stories and jokes (including one about Ray Winstone getting into a
fight). We love him. Bed.
Saturday
Ramada hotels have now won the title of best fried brekkies (seriously - these
people have achieved what I thought was impossible, perfect scrambled
eggs), plus add good bathrooms, great showers, and v. nice rooms. Add to
this the price of the hotel rooms and we're happy bunnies and will happily
recommend the place in Bristol to anyone.
Went in at 9:30, watching the blooper reel. Which is a happy thing involving
evil practical jokes, strippers and the cast breaking out into song. I hadn't
realised how fecking tiny the damn convention was, (200 people) considering
they got all of us into a small convention room. Made for a considerably more
relaxed atmosphere and dispensing with microphones during the talks as
Robert Addie put it: 'It's this thing called projection, you learn it in
theatre.'
Phil, Robert, and Jeremy were doing the talk pre-lunch. :snicker: Much of the
evil stories, most embarassing moments (yes, that was my question, why do
you ask?) for Robert being the utterly notorious scene of Gisburne having to
rub the Sheriff down after his bath, and Jeremy getting whacked in the face
twice by Fury inside two minutes and trying not to say anything about it (it's
on the blooper reel) and discovering that Phil is an utter Farscape addict.
Jeremy also did the confide about how to mask you've forgotten your lines
during the technical rehearsal of a play - "And in that day... I'm sorry, is this
chair supposed to be here?"
Lunch. In which Phil completely melts over children. Greg & Ewan especially.
Second talk, which was Phil, Robert, Jeremy and Nick, and one of the editors.
Dear god. Nick Grace is camper than a camp thing, cannot stop performing
(though not in the grates on your teeth way of Andy Hallett) and apparently
tells even filthier stories than Phil Rose. (including several I didn't get to hear
during signings in the bar, grumble) Robert has a habit of playing straight man
to him and Phil.
The bath scene was gone over again, with the classic line "Harder,
Gisburne, harder!" and it was confirmed that Gisburne and the Sheriff
were in a masochistic relationship, they hate each others guts, but hey, you've
gotta get sex somewhere. Cue lots of laughter and cheering along the lines of
'we knew it!' from the crowd. :happy, happy grin:
Then came one of the other great scenes - the fight between Robert and
Michael Praed in the mud, which was awful not just for the fact that it was cold
and felt like trying to move in concrete, but the mud got *everywhere*, and
Robert's chainmail was causing problems. See, unlike LOTR chainmail, which is
handmade from tiny metal rings, RoS chainmail is string painted silver. And
when string gets wet, it shrinks. A lot. And the stuff around his neck was
slowly shrinking. After getting cut free from that and finishing the scene, they
had to shower in a nearby cottage - and Michael, being the star, got the first
shower, and used up all the hot water. They sent the film off for the rushes,
got it back... and something had gone wrong with the chemicals and wiped
that whole scene. Just that scene. Two weeks later, re-filmed it... and Michael
used all the hot water again. Robert appears to be incredibly bitter about this.
Ask Michael, and he apparently claims it was Robert who used it all.
Nick also talked about the ep The Sheriff of Nottingham where de
Rainault gets deposed, and describes it as 'him and Lewis Collins trying to
out-camp each other'.
Talk finished due to Morris Men having to set up. (I kid thee not - was pretty
good, not a hanky anywhere, as these are Bedlam Morris, from the Welsh
borders, who perform in costumes covered in rags to hide their shapes with
masks on, and believe in dances that're a bit pagan, with lots of shouting and
drumming) Got photos with Nick and Robert and Jeremy, after I nervously said
something about Dad having quoted Gisburne and the Sheriff at the dinner
table the whole time I was growing up. Ming is a nice boy and we like his
camera. Had the Morris, which Nick hung around watching, holding someone's
baby the whole time, and looked so. damn. cute. Then came the
autograph/photo session, partially taking place in the conference room and
part in the bar - Kip had turned up late, so he was in the signing as well.
Yours truly, not having anything to sign, decided to have a nap and stretched
out on the chairs. For some reason, Ming decided to take a photo and showed
it to everyone. Autographs 'n' photos are totally informal, ask 'em to sign
something or to pose, they happily do so.
On the subject of photos - as most people hadn't been to anything but RoS
cons, they had no idea what other ones are like, and boggled at the concept
of costumes that covered very little. Ming dug out his PDA and proceeded to
show many a new friend Claire, Sonja and the rest of 'em... Cue much boggling
and refusing to let go of the PDA.
Couldn't fit in another talk, as they kicked us out at six so they could clean up
and then get started on putting all the tables etc in the ballroom. Hung
around in the bar until it was time to change - and the great thing about
Medieval Banquets is the lack of make-up and ease of putting on clothing. It
takes about ten minutes total to change. Talked to Jeremy and Phil whilst in
bar, and asked Jeremy how it felt to discover that he was actually Maori in Star
Wars (see Ep 2). He grinned and said "It's amazing, the advances in Sci-Fi
these days." Oh, and the weirdest fan reaction is people getting the Boba
Fett tat done.
Changed for the banquet into Templar lackey outfit, with coconuts, me and
Ming got a lot of 'coooool', then laughter when they saw the coconuts. The
strangest thing is that people look completely normal and comfortable in
11th/12th century wear. Must be something to do with the fact that there is
no such thing as a corset in that period. Ming has a photo of the most amount
of skin revealed on the medieval banquet night - the two square inches of skin
revealed when my t-shirt rode up on the side my tabard was gaping. We also
hunted down two other Templars.
The banquet was sitting with several of the people we'd made friends with -
plus two American girls, one of whom was clearly slightly nuts but also had the
most unbelievable hang-ups about sex. This was one of the first talks I had
about Clark's virginity on Smallville that weekend - later ones took place with
Jonathan and Steve who we met in the bar later. Did not feel well during the
banquet thingy as the food wasn't too appetising and the early stages of the
cold were hitting me. (fortunately got better after food went) Gave all my
profiteroles to Liz as soon as I saw them being distributed as I can't stand
'em.
Went outside and watched the Nick and Jeremy photoshoot, which also
included Nick having a work apron being put on him and then suddenly
bellydancing, Nick and Jeremy pretending to grope one girl, and the giant
Prince John stuffed toy. (Disney Robin Hood) Nick first mistook our Templar
outfits for Lionheart ones, then quickly recovered and started making Templar
jokes. Then Robbie Bulloch was spotted at the guest table. Good. Lord.
Jeremy's son grew up to look like *that*? With a bum like *that*? Then we
had Morris. Which several of the guests watched.
Auction - most amusing, sulking that I didn't get the photo of Ray and Phil in a
morning after shot on set - both looking so hungover it's not true. Phil and
Robert doing the auctioning. Phil's more amusing and Robert's the
professional auctioneer. Phil also went into a rant about actors who sell
photos, as he thinks it's totally immoral and scum-like. Go him!
Bar - met Jonathan & Steve, and their mate whose name I can't remember,
and we all proceeded to go through films and this degenerated into 'worst film
you've paid money to see'. This was unanimously Streetfighter, and
was pretty near the top of ones we hadn't paid to see as well.... Plus more
Phil. There also went my resolution for getting more than 12 hours sleep in
total at a con.
Sunday
The Trip to Chepstow. And lo, did we all (including Phil and Jeremy) pile onto
the coaches at 10am after gathering at 9:30, and went to Chepstow, where
some things were filmed. Cool castle. We explored, and geeked, and
occasionally tagged along with Phil the tour guide and his golf umbrella. Had a
few moments of Phil and Jeremy swapping lines of poetry from where Jeremy
was on the ground and Phil on the ramparts. Also utter classic of Jeremy
directing Phil for a scene where Phil had to turn to the person next to him and
say 'yes', constantly interrrupted after the 'Action!' by such things as...
'Is that watch period?'
'The glasses?'
'Will the guards please attempt to look more menacing?'
'Phil, will you please tell that guard to move one inch to the left, she's ruining
the shot. We can fire her at the end of the day.'
'Phil, that's the wrong way.'
'Sorry, sorry, re-do that, a bird just flew past.'
Also when one bloke appeared at a window on the other side of the courtyard
from where we were and Phil proceeded to do the 'Shall I compare thee to a
summer's day' speech at him. Finished exploring the castle, I did cartwheels
and rolled down the slope in the main courtyard bit, adjourned to the pub for a
few hours at 11:30am and went round a couple of tack shops.
Came back at 3:30, fully horrified that we'd just spent most of a day at a con in
the fresh air. Highly scary. Sat around in the bar until 6, buggered off to
change into the Cabaret outfit. Got a lot of stares, as people just don't show
that much at RoS cons, and Ming explained that mine was modest compared to
a lot of stuff you see at Sci-Fi cons. We also had our lot in Allo' Allo and
Addams Family outfits. Phil Rose, on seeing me, did the whole Wilkommen
Bienvenue song with one arm round me and proceeded to call me Sally Bowles
all evening, including all through the auction.
Went over to the Robert Addie fan table by ours, having dragged Liz over
there to get her Pony Club annual signed - it's got a pic of Robert Addie aged
17 in the polo club, which we looked at, pointed, and chorused 'Jailbait
Gisburne!'. Also saw a couple of pics I wished I'd got from the dealers, one of
Gisburne tied over a horse, and Robert and Michael fighting in the mud scene.
Chainmail speedoes were...um... well, they came up somehow (Blame Liz), and
much wincing was had. Partially cos if they were string, they'd shrink, and if
they were metal they'd rust and proceed to peel all your hair off with them.
Chatted muchly and got over my utter weak-kneed-ness around Robert as
he's been a crush of mine since before I was ten. (I think it's the sneer.
This also explains the Alan Rickman crush) High point of that bit had to be
Robert turning to look who was talking, doing a double-take at my outfit, and
then giving me a slow once-over, starting at the feet. And then insisting on
taking a photo of me. :happy, happy sigh:
Judi and Michael were there too, only able to be in for the evening, signing
autographs and posing for pics. Biggest queue I'd seen while I was there.
Almost felt like a normal con. Judi was the surprise guest, having turned up
with her kids, who could often be seen running past people's feet with Greg in
tow. Judi is bloody *gorgeous*.
Phil did the first half of the auction again, making a comment about Fury now
being pet food when he was doing the tribute bit at the beginning of the
speech and Robert yelling 'That's my horse!' from the back where we
were. (Turns out Fury hated everyone, including the horse trainer who owned
him, except Robert. Everyone got bit or kicked by him, except Robert. It's
generally concluded by Addie fans that Fury has taste.)
Conclusion was the bar, as usual, with lots blathered and much alcohol drunk.
Slightly marred by a load of wanker Sheffield United fans in the bar singing
very loudly and a couple deciding to take the piss out of one of the German
girls in medieval costume and goad her (were quite a few still dressed like that
on sunday). He got removed from the bar. And we just loved their
protestations of 'Well, it's not normal, is it? People dressing up like
that.' It's not normal to cause fights over football teams either, darlings.
Adjourned to other side of bar. Got into convo with Jonathan and Steve about
Smallville and them utterly agreeing that Clark has no interest in Lana and is
at the very least bi and that Lex and Clark are practically holding up neon
signs. Also from Jonathan, 'Every time he gets on red kryptonite, he goes
for a blond girl with cleavage and sluttish tendencies whose legs aren't
clamped together. Or Lex.'
Surprise bit of the night, right near the end, was Cathy's hubby calling Ming a Dirty Old Man. We couldn't figure out why until it was revealed that he thought me and Ming were a couple. Cue us two going 'Wheh?'
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Date: 2003-05-29 10:23 am (UTC)AKA ripped pages out of them...
> Ming dug out his PDA and proceeded to show many a
> new friend Claire, Sonja and the rest of 'em...
> Cue much boggling and refusing to let go of the
> PDA.
Just like to clarify - I used my PDA and mobile to connect to my Yahoo photo album, not that I have loads of pictures of Claire, Sonia et al stored on my PDA...
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Date: 2003-05-30 03:28 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2003-06-04 10:14 am (UTC)